Nice roof: not too sure about the poem


This is one lovely building.

Not sure the poem is up to it. But then again, I’m no connoisseur of poetry.

Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge
By William Wordsworth

Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,
With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned–
Albeit labouring for a scanty band
Of white-robed Scholars only–this immense
And glorious Work of fine intelligence!
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore
Of nicely-calculated less or more;
So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense
These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof
Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells,
Where light and shade repose, where music dwells
Lingering–and wandering on as loth to die;
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality

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3 Responses to Nice roof: not too sure about the poem

  1. elsewhere says:

    The photo took my breath away, esp the way it scrolled open down the page. Less sure about the poem — it’s somehow stodgy by comparison.

  2. derrida derider says:

    “Tax not the Royal Saint with vain expense …”

    He’d never get a job in the public service these days.

  3. Jennifer says:

    I’ve never much liked Wordsworth, but Kings College is amazing – queuing up for 2 hours for the Carol Service was worth it and then some.

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